[If this had been any other time, Elsa's heart may have fluttered a bit at the way Cass nuzzles into her palms. It's a... not an intimate gesture, but it's a silent symbol of trust, of this brave woman seeking some sort of comfort from her. But any fluttering inside of her instantly shifts to a knot of dread at Cass's words, and Elsa's brows furrow in worry.
Her hands shift from Cass's face to her arms, trying to hold her steady.]
What... what do you mean by that? What happened?
[Does it have something to do with the memories they've woken up with...?]
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Her hands shift from Cass's face to her arms, trying to hold her steady.]
What... what do you mean by that? What happened?
[Does it have something to do with the memories they've woken up with...?]